User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-7207319-20140610201540/@comment-3135907-20140718182358


 * OOC: "Die, fool." The squirrel's paw shoots out and simply reaches the short distance between him and his quarry. His firm, inescapable grip tightens like a vise on the rat's small dagger paw, crushing bone and flesh alike until the rat's paw is no more than a lump of bleeding pulp and oddly jutting bone fragments. The rat screams in short horror before his own dagger, now commandeered by Roan, pierces his soulless brain, swiftly ending his wretched existence.
 * Roan punches the rat in the stomach before it can draw steel, then punches again. The rat falls with a groan. Roan grins. "Let's tie this one up and questio- "
 * The rat whips out with his tail, curling it swiftly around the squirrel's footpaws and jerking hard. Roan falls to the ground and the rat immediately leaps on top of him, his blade flashing in the sunlight as it pierces Roan's torso repeatedly. At this time the two "forager" mice return from their hiding positions in nearby bushes around the camp and converge on Astrix.
 * The rat speaks for the first time, and quite officiously: "You two really thought we were stupid enough to think you weren't following this whole time? Of course we laid a trap. I suggest you surrender, treemouse." The rat draws a shortsword, and the mice pull back their bowstrings.
 * The rat speaks for the first time, and quite officiously: "You two really thought we were stupid enough to think you weren't following this whole time? Of course we laid a trap. I suggest you surrender, treemouse." The rat draws a shortsword, and the mice pull back their bowstrings.